Grimm Kadence

   The Regal trudged along a back road, heading east at about thirty miles-per-hour. Thomas had been policing the child on his speed, saying, anything over twenty-five was too fast for these conditions. But the boy couldn’t get to the train station fast enough. He feared what the voice had told him was the truth, or it would become the truth if he failed to get there in time.

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   The road signs that still directed traffic to the historic building were few and far between, but enough of them had survived to reassure the two travelers that they were on the right course. For the boy, the signs stood as relics from another life, reminders of a time when he was whole, not broken. It was as though he had traveled back to before his world fell apart, as if this long stretch of road were his memory lane.